New Ming Empire mixed in America

Joyce, who was rescued from the feet of the soldiers, now relies on Li Mingqi, shouting and screaming behind him.

However, as time went by, his words changed from seeking benefits for local workers to various whys.

"Fake, what is this? The house can actually grow by itself?" This was after seeing the inflatable tent.

"Shet, can this thing make soup without burning coal?" This was after seeing the gas tank.

"Holy shit! Can this thing make lightning?" This was after seeing the wires with sparks flying.

"Damn it, don't touch it with your hands!" This was after His Majesty saw Joyce reaching out to touch the leaky wire.

The agile Emperor saved this devout believer in God with his feet.

Joyce, who was kicked to the ground, ignored the pain. He got up and squatted next to the wires connected to the generator with his eyes shining.

The diesel generator was hidden in the tent to avoid being discovered. But the wires could not be hidden.

The wire that Joyce saw was used for electric inflators, electric drills and other power tools.

Joyce even exclaimed when he saw a passing ant being hit by electric current.

"This is an artifact! This must be an artifact used by God to punish sinners!"

Good guy, this old man directly proposed electrocution, a time-honored punishment. Although electrocution was originally invented to treat mental illness.

When he saw the bugs he threw into the short-circuit position of the wire being scorched by electricity, Joyce was completely obsessed with this magical phenomenon like Columbus discovering the New World.

However, when he was about to attack the leakage point with a silver cross, he was stopped in time by His Majesty the Emperor again.

"Let me go, you are disrespecting the Lord. I am a devout believer in the Lord, and the artifact He gave me will not hurt me!"

The little old man kept struggling after being pulled away, and the words he said made His Majesty the Emperor want to let go of his hand and electrocute the old guy to death.

"Your Lord cannot generate electricity. Thunder and lightning are the prerogative of Zeus."

Joyce was furious as soon as the Emperor opened his mouth: "Mom, you heretic, I want to fight you!"

His Majesty the Emperor readily agreed to the duel request of this dry and thin old man in his fifties.

Soon, the duel ended with Joyce being shocked by the electric baton and hitting the suspect.

Now the old man was looking solemnly, holding a cross in one hand and an electric baton in the other. After praying devoutly, he pointed the electric baton at himself.

If the power of the electric baton hadn't been adjusted to the lowest level, the old man would have gone to see his God long ago.

After being electrocuted several times in succession, the old man began to doubt his faith. It was not until he discovered that he could be electrocuted even through a cross that he finally collapsed.

"Lord, why don't you protect your devout believers, you..."

The way the old man wailed was truly heart-breaking for those who heard it and shed tears for those who saw it.

Ignoring the collapsed old man, Li Mingqi took the electric baton back from his hand and began to repair the wire.

After wrapping the wires again with insulating tape and fixing them, he had time to care about the old man who almost met God.

"Don't think blindly. This thing is an electric current, which is similar to the static electricity generated by rubbing a glass rod on your fur."

"Don't lie to me. I've seen experiments on rubbing glass, but rubbing glass can't electrocute bugs, and it can't make me lose control of my body. This is the power of God!"

Hey, I didn’t expect this old man to be quite stubborn.

Li Mingqi lost his patience and said:

"Didn't your God tell you to do something when you get the money? Customers are God, and now your God tells you to hurry up and explore a location suitable for building a factory!"

After saying that, he ignored the old man and continued his patrol with his four henchmen.

After half a day's work, the Xinming Empire's camp has been sorted out.

Inflatable tents reinforced with wooden boards stand in the center of the camp one by one, with a circle of color steel plates around them as a fence.

There is a row of wooden platforms behind the colored steel plates, on which a dozen National Defense Force soldiers carrying guns are constantly patrolling.

In fact, if they really want to fight, these soldiers will have to engage in cold weapon combat if they fire only one shot. After all, these soldiers have not received systematic musket training.

Until now, they can only barely figure out how to reload. But if they are asked to reload against the enemy's attack, they can't even think about it.

When we were at sea, because the Asuka's activity area was too small, we could only sit in the cabin and practice charging. Occasionally, we would have the opportunity to go up to the deck and shoot.

When they arrived in San Francisco, because of the protest march organized by the Los Angeles city government, these soldiers had no time to train.

On the contrary, the Jinyiwei led by Liu Erhe have never stopped training. From loading to shooting, these emperor's henchmen have become very skilled.

So today's Wehrmacht soldiers are wearing camouflage uniforms and holding Enfield m1853 rifles.

But the actual combat effectiveness, let alone the U.S. regular army, is even questionable as to whether it can defeat those American farmers.

After all, they grew up with guns, and no matter how bad they were, they could shoot more accurately and faster than the new recruits. Not to mention killing people, they all wore boots made of Indian skin.

The current soldiers of the National Defense Forces are just charlatans at best, but they are nothing more than rabble at worst.

You have to practice, you have to practice!

This was the instruction His Majesty the Emperor gave to the two and a half important ministers of the Empire before going to bed.

The Liu family and his son are two, and Sun Laifu, who has just been promoted to captain of the National Defense Force, is now barely half.

As for General Cui Jianguo... he believed the slanderous words of part-time ship doctor Patton. He mixed the plaster with penicillin, Zhengqi water and other messy drugs, boiled it, and then drank it.

The result was severe diarrhea, and he is still recovering in San Francisco.

Early the next morning, workers' trumpets began to sound near Long Beach.

Because the wooden boards were purchased from San Francisco and then shipped by ship. Coupled with a large number of nails sponsored by Li Mingqi, various infrastructures were completed very quickly.

The American working class today has not yet developed the nasty habit of going on strike and demonstrating at every turn in later generations.

They are so cute now. They only need enough food and enough wages. They feel embarrassed if they don't work for His Majesty the Emperor for 16 hours a day.

"Have the purchased guns and bullets arrived?"

Li Mingqi lay on the old man's rocking chair and asked Liu Youcai.

"It has been shipped, and the first supply ship is also here."

"Long live my Lord, the price of black bread has increased again during this period. Otherwise, we should cancel lunch. The consumption is really too great."

Liu Youcai had a lot of complaints about providing lunch to the white-skinned workers. He also didn't understand the Emperor's decision to provide those people with a meal of steamed buns every day.

He did not dare to refute His Majesty the Emperor's decision to provide a meal of steamed buns, so he could only secretly cancel the meal of black bread to balance the expenditure.

"It is necessary to keep those people well fed, so as to save them from having to deal with us because of their stuttering. Besides, there are really too few people in the empire, and now we have to rely on these people to work for us."

Li Mingqi did not agree with Liu Youcai's suggestion.

Now, if we don't rely on small favors to win over these aborigines, what if they rebel?

You must know that the politicians in the Los Angeles city government are not friendly to Li Mingqi and others.

Although he bribed the former deputy mayor and now the acting mayor, he didn't have much hope that the fat man could control the situation.

It is possible that after other powerful groups in Los Angeles react, they may join forces to drive the fat man out of office.

Although we are currently taking advantage of the civil unrest among the Los Angeles City Council members, it is better not to allow those people to take advantage of the situation until the National Defense Forces soldiers have developed combat effectiveness.

You must know that spreading rumors to stir up trouble and inciting rebellion are common tactics used by those guys.

Now spending more money to win over the workers can at least temporarily put aside the unwanted thoughts of these aborigines who come to work.

After all, no one can live with money. Besides, the people who manage these workers are people sent by the fat acting mayor of Los Angeles.

This greatly dispelled the arrogance of white people in the workers' hearts. Although they were still working for Li Mingqi, at least they had a step up.

Look, we were hired by white people. As for working for yellow people, that’s not the kind of treatment they give us, right?

Besides, the leader is at least an Eastern nobleman. There is no shame in working under a nobleman.